Chapter 3453: The Enemy of Iron Fist (20) Guo Qi (1/2)

Grey and the chaser flew and flew on the treetops, fisted and knocked out sparks like fireworks.

Gus just hugged his head in the bushes and mud-he didn't want himself and his sister to be killed by the chasers, but he didn't want to, dare, and never thought of betraying his beliefs, the Temple of Fist, and everyone in the town. Enemy the whole world!

Gus just wanted to dig a hole in the mud, find a gap in the hole, bury himself deeply, hide himself, and never be found.

But this is impossible.

A stinky breath came from behind, and Gus felt something pounce on his back, strangling his neck severely.

When looking back, Gus found a very distorted human face.

It was one of his former classmates, named Guo Qi, and Qin Yong were friends of pigs and dogs, and they often mingled with each other.

When Qin Yong threatened Gus yesterday, this Guo Qi also looked at him coldly and sneered at Gus.

At this moment, his expression became particularly hideous, like a madman, as if he was about to bite a piece of meat from Gus's neck alive.

Gus noticed that there was a **** hole on his left shoulder, and it exuded a strong burnt smell that could not even be covered by the heavy rain.

A crossbow arrow was inserted between the black rotten meat.

Come to think of it, this guy first attacked Grey, but he was shot down by a crossbow arrow, losing most of his combat effectiveness, and could only entangle Gus.

”You killed Qin Yong!”

Guo Qi yelled violently.

”I, I didn't!”

Gus was panicked, flinched, and explained instinctively.

”Of course you didn't. Your trash is your sister who killed Qin Yong, but you can't get rid of it. You are all **** evildoers. I want to send you two sisters and brothers to the torture rack!”

Guo Qi said fiercely, his arms were like two strange pythons, and the tighter they were, the more they became tighter, Legendus couldn't breathe.

The Venus in Gus's eyes ran out of sight, sinking deeper and deeper like a drowning man, and suddenly a terrifying illusion appeared in front of him-he and his sister were really **** like piglets, tied back to the Temple of Fist, and hung on the torture frame. , Under the gaze of all eyes, under the point of thousands of husbands, was licked inch by inch by the flame, and large blisters formed on his body, slowly turning into black, wrinkled, and curled up into a ball of toads.

Fear turned into strength, Gus struggled hard, waving his hands wildly, and suddenly touched something.

It was a crossbow arrow that pierced Guo Qi's shoulder.

Gus pulled out subconsciously.

This crossbow arrow happened to be stuck in the gap between Guo Qi's shoulder blades and couldn't be pulled out for a while, but it was so painful that Guo Qi screamed: ”You still dare to resist, you rubbish!”

Called back, tightened the arms of Gus's neck, but involuntarily relaxed and twitched.

This ”waste” reminded Gus of the unbearable days of Tekken School.

I remembered that I was inherently weak, as if I had been carelessly crafted by the **** of fist.

I remembered that I was extremely pious and believed in the **** of boxing, and treated all the shame, ridicule and cold eyes as the test of heaven, and worked harder than others to cultivate, but not half of the gains of others.

In Tekken School, even children who are several years younger than him can often ride on his neck to show off after a few years of practice.

In the past, he has been reluctant to admit it.

Today, he can no longer deceive himself.

”Could it be that Fist God never blessed me?”

Gus asked himself.